One quiet day, in the country of Pookistan a legend was born in a quaint house on the country side. The Puffingtons have been dreaming of a child for so long, they wished for another balloon like animal to carry on their legacy when they died. "Mr. Puffington, you may want to see this." said Dr. Kadabra. "What? Is my wife okay? Did the baby make it out?" asked a frantic Mr. Puffington. "Yes, both your wife and baby are A-OK." chuckled Dr. Kadabra. "Phew, may I see them?" asked Mr. Puffington. "Be my guest, but you may be disappointed if you set you standards high for your baby." replied Dr. Kadabra.

Mr. Puffington opened the door to their bedroom, shocked at the sight he saw.

"WHAT IS THAT THING?! IT'S HIDEOUS!!!" Mr.. Puffington was shocked at what he saw. A small, round baby was right before him, bulging eyes on each side of it's small body, it's lips weren't closed, they were wide open: showing his hideous, out of place teeth.

"Awww, honey. Just because he looks different doesn't mean he's bad." replied Mrs. Puffington in a sick, raspy voice. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It's ugly, it's slimy, it's drooling blood! What did I do to deserve this Arceus?!"

"I can't believe you, you mock our baby, then you take Arceus' name in vain!" Mrs. Puffington was now furious, she was puffed up, red and fuming, it was obvious she was offended by her husband.

"Get out." Mrs. Puffington faintly replied. "I'm sorry honey..." replied Mr. Puffington. "I SAID GET OUT!" Mrs. Puffington yelled. She started coughing, then wheezing, then eventually choking.

She fell asleep, her eyes lay still. Motionless. Dead.

"No..." Mr. Puffington started to cry. "No. No... NO!!!!"

Later that night in the house, everything was quiet. Except the constantly crying baby.

"Shut up! You stupid baby, you ruined everything! You were nothing I dreamed of!" Mr. Puffington yelled.

The baby started crying even louder.

"Shut up!!!!!! You ugly Puff!" Mr. Puffington suddenly had a lightbulb flicker above his head.

"That's your name, Uglypuff. Ug-Puff for short!" Mr. Puffington started laughing.

He knew he couldn't take care of this baby by himself, it was too much work. Something had to be done, he couldn't kill it. That would be inhumane and immoral. Later that night, approximately midnight Mr. Puffington went to the river a little past the local town. He was carrying a cradle, with a sleeping baby in it.

He put the cradle in the river, it started floating downstream with Ug-Puff fast asleep.

"Farewell you nuisance." Mr. Puffington whispered.

Later that night, Ug-Puff woke up, greeted by the glistening moon and it's majestic light.

A tear trickled down Ug-Puff's eye. He didn't cry, all he did was say his first word.

"Daddy?"

If this gets enough likes (bro-hoofs), I might put it in Octavia's Hall and give it a sequel. Thank you if you read this all the way through.